Few people will rush to travel at night. Most of the people walking at night are in a hurry because they have to go to somewhere, so they have to rush to the moon, because they are afraid that they cannot go to somewhere at the predetermined time.

There are many people rushing to the road in this world, but few people rush to die and go to the night.

But it’s not that there are few people, just like this one now, who is rushing to die.

This is an old man with gray hair and gray robe. He had a sword hanging around his waist. The sword was very old, and some of the patterns on the scabbard began to fade. He knew that the sword had been coming to this world for many years. The gray robe on his body was also a little old. It didn't look gray, but it was covered with dust, which turned gray. But none of these matters. The most important thing is that the old man was wearing a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

A pair of straw sandals.

This is a very difficult thing to understand.

How could it be a pair of straw sandals?

The old man looked very calm. He walked in the mountains, on the lake, everywhere he was about to walk, without saying anything.

I don’t know how many times he walked with the straw sandals, but now it looks very new. The old man wearing old robe and new straw sandals came from, but the place he was going was very clear, and he was going to Dayu.

There are many sects in Dayu territory, but the only thing that can make him care about is that place called Jianshan. After all, he is also a sword practitioner, so it is normal for a sword practitioner to go to Jianshan.

But he did not go to Jianshan to learn swordsmanship, but to die.

It seems that this is not accurate. To be precise, he will die no matter what he goes to Jianshan, but as for whether he dies of old age or is killed, it may not be necessary.

He practiced swordsmanship in seclusion for many years, but later, for some reason, he fell asleep. He slept for hundreds of years. Until one day, a sword sound awakened him, and he realized what changes had happened in the world. It turned out that there was another sword immortal in this world.

After he felt the sound of the sword in the cave, he saw the sword. The sword must be the strongest sword he had ever seen in his life. He was just a swordsman who knew that he could not stop this sword, so he did nothing. But at that time he had an idea, that is, could he become a sword immortal?

For this idea, he began to try to break the realm. After all, he had been standing in the realm of climbing the tower for many years. It wasted hundreds of years of sleep, but this was not completely useless. At least his realm was much higher, but this was not enough to make him break the realm into a vast ocean.

But he tried several times, but failed every time.

The last time, when he almost died in the cave, he saw some golden light in the distance. When the golden light dissipated, a Taoist came to him and saved him.

The Taoist was a cultivator in the sea, and the old man knew very well.

So he didn't have the idea that he shouldn't have, and just waited quietly for death.

But the Taoist did not take action, just asked him, if he died, he hoped to die of old age or death in battle.

The old man didn't say anything at that time.

So the Taoist asked again: "Do you know Meng Jin?"

He had heard of the name Meng Jin before he fell asleep, so he naturally knew it.

"Since you can't see if you can't see if you are the best place to climb the tower in the world?"

This is the last sentence left by the Taoist.

This sentence made the old man think about it for a long time, and in the end he felt that it made sense. Death in silence is not a good ending, and he can't die like this even if he dies. So he put on the robe that he had not worn for hundreds of years, put on the straw sandals, took the sword, left the cave, and headed towards Jianshan.

There is Meng Jin on Jianshan, which should be the strongest player to climb the tower, so he wants to ask about Jian.

Of course, he knew that this matter was not that simple, but he wouldn't care too much. Of course, you can't let a dying person think too much.

They don't have to bear any responsibility.

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...

The old man walked very fast, but he didn't just know how to rush to the road. He saw many scenery along the way that he had never seen in hundreds of years. His mood was getting better and better, and naturally his sword intent became stronger and stronger. When he was about to approach the Dayu border, he felt that his state was the best time in hundreds of years.

One month later, he stopped by a lake.

Therefore, he saw two bright moons hanging in the night sky at this moment.

There is no possibility of sun and moon shining together in the world, nor is it possible for two bright moons to appear in one night.

So he was slightly silent, and the sword on his waist was unsheathed.

The scabbard is very old, but the sword looks very bright, and it doesn't look like an ancient sword that has not been unsheathed for many years.

The sword was unsheathed with a sword light, and passed through the lake, tearing a large area of ​​lake water, and then landed on the bright moon in the distance.

The bright moon was still bright, but the sword light dissipated.

In front of Mingyue, the sword light seemed a little insignificant, and it was really not enough to be raised.

The old man didn't say much, but stepped heavily on the ground with straw sandals, and a powerful sword intent emanated. The sword intent swept across the lake, and soon a huge water sword appeared and stabbed out at the bright moon.

The majestic sword energy was swept over several times, and the scene was extremely spectacular. I am afraid that few people could ignore such a scene.

But the middle-aged Taoist who appeared by the lake did not go to see it.

As soon as he appeared by the lake, the old man noticed him, but he didn't say anything. Anyone could see that the moon was not true. Since it was not true, it could only be the Taoist practiced by this person now.

The Taoist Dharma is endless, but the only one who can use a bright moon is the only one who can see the master of Chen Xieshan.

The old man stood with his sword in his arms. He didn't have much time to waste his last chances here.

"Who are you?"

"Liang Yi."

The old man looked at Liang Yi and silently refused to speak. Even after he slept like this for hundreds of years, he still knew about Liang Yi's identity.

Because some people are really important, not ordinary people.

Liang Yi stood by the lake, looked at the old man wearing straw sandals, and said calmly: "I remember many years ago, there was a sword sect called Tianshui Gate. It was in Liangxi. The sword sect was no different from other sword sects. The only difference was that the swordsmen there were all wearing straw sandals, but the inheritance had been cut off hundreds of years ago."

The old man listened quietly to Liang Yi's speech.

Liang Yi said: "The Dao Sect's control over Liang Xi is far beyond your imagination. There are records of the disciples in the Shui Sect that day. There are records of when they will return to heaven and when they will leave the world. Only the last sect leader does not know at all."

"But if I remember correctly, your name should be Luo Qianyan."

Liang Yi looked at Luo Qianyan, "Since he has disappeared for so many years, why did he think about coming out again?"

Luo Qianyan still didn't say anything, but he always accumulated sword intent.

Liang Yi looked at Luo Qianyan and said calmly: "You know who I am. If you don't tell me where you are, you might die here tonight."

Death in Jianshan and death here are actually both dead, but the gap is huge. Luo Qianyan is another person who only wants to die in Jianshan, so he said, "Go to Jianshan."

"do what."

"Bi Jian."

This is the answer.

There is no need to tell lies, so Liang also understands it.

"I'm very old, damn it."

The vicissitudes revealed in this sentence can only be understood by those who empathize with it. Although Liang Yi is also a monk who climbs the tower, he is very young, so he does not quite understand the vicissitudes of the vicissitudes contained in it.

But he stopped.

The bright moon darkened.

Liang Yi looked at Luo Qianyan and asked, "I am sure of taking out the sword to Meng Jin."

In fact, even Liang Yi can't say that he will win if he takes action against Meng Jin. Meng Jin has been in the realm of climbing the tower for too long and is not something that ordinary monks can compare.

Luo Qianyan seemed a little excited when he heard this, "You don't understand. We are all swordsmen. When comparing swords, we have to look at our realm, but also our swordsmanship, so maybe I can beat him."

“The chance is great.”

Luo Qianyan's eyes were shining with light, just like the stars tonight fell in his eyes.

Liang Yi stopped talking. Why did he leave Chenxie Mountain? It was because there was news that the sect leader of Tianshui Gate reappeared in the world. He needed to figure out why he was. But now, this is just the last madness of an old man, and this madness still has to be borne by Jianshan, so it has nothing to do with him.

This should be what the Taoist sect is willing to see.

Liang Yi thought of this and gave in.

Luo Qianyan did not look at him again, but just left a footprint on the ground and disappeared.

The sword energy dissipated and could no longer be seen.

Maybe you can see it somewhere else, but Liang doesn't care.

He turned around and headed to the west. Ye Shengge left Chenxi Mountain a long time ago, saying that he wanted to go to Buddha land. Liang Yi deliberately went down the mountain for a long time, but he also wanted to see it. He didn't walk too many ways this time and stopped at the border of mountains and rivers. However, if someone dared to attack Ye Shengge in the mountains and rivers, this time he would not care about anything and would kill these people.

If you don’t talk about any affection, you actually don’t have any affection.

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The starlight fell at the foot of Jianshan Mountain. Li Fuyao looked in the distance and soon saw an old man hanging his sword walking up Jianshan Mountain.

Under the stars, his old face was not as tired as he traveled thousands of miles, but only excitement.

Li Fuyao stood beside Yan Le.

Yan Le frowned slightly.

Neither of them spoke.

The old man looked at the two of them and showed a look of praise after a moment, "It's indeed Jianshan, one day and the other is Taiqing, both of which are excellent seedlings."

Then the old man asked seriously: "Is this Jianshan?"

Li Fuyao didn't say anything, Yanle nodded.

The old man smiled.
Chapter completed!